(xx) Nicer to Sleep Over for Two Weeks

Well, sir, it's about eight thirty o'clock in the evening as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here in the living room we find Mrs. Victor Gok and her son, Mr. Rushgok.

Rush is just this moment arrived home and his contorted features suggest stormy emotions. Listen. By George, it's a horrible thing to kind them plate. Oh, kind them plate. One them plate. Miss Skye hasn't mentioned it to you. No. She will though. She's bound to.

I doubt if she goes so far as to ask me to give nicer a bed for two whole weeks. Why not? You've always been glad enough to oblige you before. Yes. Why, of course, Miss Scott. Send him right on over, Miss Scott.

Not the least bit of trouble. Only too delighted to do you the favor. Rush's bed is plenty big enough for both. Send nicer right on over. Is that the way I sound? Sure. Well, when is this monstrous big disaster scheduled to take place?

Last two weeks in August. Nice to tell you that. Not five minutes ago. Right out in the backyard. What did he say? My traveling salesman uncle is gonna take his vacation the last two weeks in August.

He's gonna spend the entire time at our house. Means I sleep with you. Better get busy and sweep up your bedroom. I like my surroundings neat and tidy. Huh? He said that. He said that and he said a lot of other insulting junk.

Pretty fresh. You think it's funny, Mom? Nice to see your sky is my deadly enemy. I'd rather drown in a Pacific Ocean and sleep with a reptile around. Oh, they don't holler and scream around.